I'd like to precede this post with a request. A friend of mine is looking for a good writing workshop for her husband. She'd like to sign him up as a Christmas present. They live in the Baltimore idea, and he writes abstract fiction. If you get any ideas, let me know!
On Sunday, I was supposed to meet with The Laughing Man's wife to interview her
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(And even so we got stuck with some of that because we both have more or less loved and unloved parents and step-parents--so we couldn't invite my step-dad (who's *awesome*) without inviting my dad and his step-dad, whether we wanted to have them or not.)
Otherwise, we did all the food ourselves--Costco and farmers markets. I baked cookies like a crazy woman (which was actually therapeutic--I had to do something with the normal pre-wedding jitters, so I baked). We did the flowers ourselves (well my mum did them with flowers she bought at the farmers market). We set up the chuppah out on the lawn in front of our house and had the reception in our living room. The 3-tiered cake was from Giant (and really quite tasty.) Etc etc.
I'd been planning to wear a dress that I *had* (the one I was wearing when Abner asked me to marry him) but my mother had little kittens at that suggestion, so we went out a couple of days before and got a pretty dress (that I've since worn to High Holidays services at the synagogue) for me.
The serving bowls and plates and stuff were a bit of a contention with mum and me--I was happy with plastic, she wasn't. So she tapped her Southern Belle Network (she's from south Georgia, I'm not kidding) and came up with a stack of glass plates and glass serving bowls that could have served hundreds rather than just 30.
Sorry, probably way more than you wanted. ::blush::
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